[Jinx considers the flashlight for half a second, before reaching out to adjust the angle. It illuminates something that-- to Jinx-- resembles a small engine, running with an electric spark. A stolen nail has already been shoved into it, disabling it. Jinx has displayed her handywork readily. This isn't really trust; Jinx is just used to taking whatever she can get and holding it tight with white-knuckled fingers.]
[If he makes a fuss about it, she'll just stab him with the shiv. Easy-peasy.]
[But for now, he's helpful, and she's clearly harmless. Clearly.]
Don't worry, Doc! The patient's already dead. [She digs deeper, clearly trying to free the engine for herself, heedless of danger, sparking wires rubbing against exposed skin.]
i love it thank you.
[If he makes a fuss about it, she'll just stab him with the shiv. Easy-peasy.]
[But for now, he's helpful, and she's clearly harmless. Clearly.]
Don't worry, Doc! The patient's already dead. [She digs deeper, clearly trying to free the engine for herself, heedless of danger, sparking wires rubbing against exposed skin.]